He sounds pretty pitiful, rasping, wheezing and coughing. It gets worse the more active he becomes. He drags his blanket, Curious George and "Woof-woof" around. Praying that no one else gets sick, especially Anne. Joseph has a sore throat but isn't too miserable today.
BGMC, Boys and Girls Missionary Club. Honestly, I was nervous about her getting turned down and being crushed, but God blessed her efforts, He is faithful. She rode her bike down our street and sold them to the neighbor girls, again all on her own. She is excited to go around our neighborhood with us sometime and sell more.
It's hard to hear her say she worries that she isn't like someone else, that she wants to be her own person but she doesn't know who she is. She wants to be more than she is, but she fails. It's painful to hear her question who she is and hear that she sees herself as not enough, because this is so not how I see her.
Today marked a new path for me in motherhood, not having all the answers. The path where listening is more important than talking, wiping tears is more important than stopping them, the path where I look into my daughters eyes and I see myself. Suddenly I know how painful it must be for God to see me hurting, knowing I see myself nothing as He sees me, knowing I have no clue how beautiful and loved I really am.
I've turned another corner, the one where you realize that your children need your prayers, prayers with them and for them behind closed doors. My daughter needs more than I can give her on my own.
When she sold those bracelets I was so very proud of her, so amazed at her determination, creativity and boldness. Her heart is beautiful, just like her freckle face. I am so blessed by her every single day, she helps me in big ways for a 7 year old. She thinks and learns in incredible ways. She challenges me to be more, she sets a great example for her siblings. She is special and I am so thankful that she is my daughter.